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Chapter 32: Lies lies lies lies
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There was a story that Artemisia's father told her, it was a short story, but it made the girl a little scared. Sometimes Georgino didn't quite know how to calm down a child, even though he had two more daughters. But anyway, even if the little girl was very scared and afraid of the corners of the mansion, she still loved hearing that story. She didn't care if it was the fiftieth time she heard it. The story was about a woman, an extremely beautiful woman, who lived in a city in the interior of the country. What country was it? The little girl always asked, but her father never answered. The woman was like an outcast in town, had no one to talk to or to love. "Actually" her father always said, every time. "She had those people, but she couldn't see." "Why, Dad?" the little one asked, but he didn't answer, just continued the story. The woman was tired of feeling alone. She lived in such a big house, close to the Astros' light and with all nature protecting her, but what good woul
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 34: Dinner with the demon
The twilight had arrived in a sneaky manner, bringing with it the weight of all the misfortune that had happened in the afternoon. He also brought silence and discomfort, no one could be comfortable in their own skin at that moment. There was no loud enough noise to make the mental bruits shut up.Artemisia looked at the demon as she combed her hair. The hair was starting to grow quickly, a cut that was just below the ear was now reaching up to the girl's shoulders. But honestly, she wasn't really caring about that.A few hours after the young woman returned from the city, bizarre news came right behind her. The messenger said a family of bears had entered the city's dress shop and attacked everyone who was there. But everyone knew very well that at that time the bears did not tread to get close to the city, barely via them in the northern end of Gaul, where Lutetia was. Of course, Artemisia understood that the cops weren't entirely sure what had happened in the store, let alone as
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 35: Table for two
It took artemisia a while to process all the shock that was placed on a table alone with Geon brought to her. Was that decision of Mrs. Montenegro a little expected? It was, but Artemisia still had that pea of hope at the bottom of her chest that the woman would simply ignore the fact that she had come with her.Already the devil was enjoying this situation very well, obviously laughing at the girl's misfortune. It was to expect Geon to do that, after all he was a demon, good thing never was.It wasn't long before two glasses of red wine got to their table, it worried Artemisia a little. The young woman knew how Lady Montenegro's dinners worked; first came the white drinks to give a cleaner welcome message, then came the glasses of rosé wine, during the dinner entrees, then red wine to accompany the main course and finally gin and burgundy wine.She never understood why that order of drinks, but at least Artemisia was always prestigious for the wines of that whole event. Lutetia was
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 36: sweet misunderstanding
If there was one thing the young woman would more than receive all the attention she could get, it was to be pampering. Not that being a little spoiled was bad, in fact she loved it, so much so that whenever it was possible she spoiled herself.But the situation was different, one thing was she wanted to express to everyone at a party that she was engaged and wish ed the support and celebration of all. That was totally different from her just not being engaged and not wanting all that "affection" they were offering.Being in the midst of those women was beginning to become suffocating, Artemisia desired with the depth of her heart so that, mysteriously and heroically, Geon would take her out of that nest of snakes.From the corner of her eye the girl could see the young lady who had announced the pregnancy in the last afternoon tea in which Artemísia was present. She felt a little sorry for the woman being alone at the table, as apparently her husband was one of the gossips who pull
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 37: A strange and colorful feeling
Geon couldn't take his eyes off the girl who was sitting in front of him. Artemisia was so dazzling that the demon risked saying that the young woman was a reincarnation of the stars, or even the Moon itself. The dress she wore only made her even more beautiful, her pale skin was even more prominent and the blue eyes the young woman had were now totally left out.The demon had also made an illusion in her eyes, so no one who looked at that ice blue immensity would see a normal iris and pupil. But Geon didn't believe they'd notice that, at least not just that.When the men had pulled him into the demon to tell them how and why he had asked her to marry him, Geon understood perfectly why Artemisia hated being around those people."You know her story, right?" one of the men had asked as he held a glass of whiskey in Geon's direction, which shook his head negatively. "I knew it! Just so that for that woman to get a husband!"Geon raised an eyebrow and was bombarded with mistold gossip a
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Is just a dream
There was something wrong in the room. Again.The smell of nature almost intoxicated her, she could hear the sound of plants climbing through the walls, the bed and even her. Artemysia felt everything, every movement and grip. The young woman had that same nightmare before, she remembered that.Artemisia had spent the first weeks of spring being plagued by ivy and belladonna. Remembering vaguely that made the nightmare worse.There were no windows, at least none in complete that prevented the icy air from reaching her. The ivies did a great job covering every inch of the walls, where the plants did not touch Artemisia could see worn and broken pillars, plus pieces of iron and a rusty door.The belladonna appeared staining that green carpet, they were also there so that the young woman would not think straight. With every breeze, that the girl wasn't sure where she was coming from, the smell intoxicated her like it was cyanide. She tried to stay awake inside that nightmare, but the gir
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 38: Little Monster
Artemisia woke up and stood up quickly. There was a strangled scream, desperate to get out, but it wouldn't come out. The girl didn't understand why, but she was desperate to think.That scream hurt, it made her flesh, skin and chest bones hurt, her throat was worse off and there was no solution to it.She didn't want to wait any longer for the scream to just come out, when the girl realized she was scratching her own neck as she let out painful, tearful noises. Tears rolled down her cheeks as if they had just come out of a kettle, they were warm and left a damn mark as they passed.Artemisia tried to find in the pain something that would release that wretched scream, but there was nothing to make him fall. The despair didn't wait either, she didn't wait for the tears to stop or for the noises to cease and then the young woman could breathe. No, obviously it wouldn't wait.Despair began to run through her veins, rising through each fiber, through the layers of skin, flesh, fat. He
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 39: Bouquet of Hyacinths
When the young woman's eyes opened, there was an old feeling stuck next to her on the bed. The strange feeling of living something new, but it seemed that she was not prepared to find out, on her own, what it was. Anyway, Artemisia realized as soon as the body woke up that she had slept more than expected. The clock was already ticking twelve times and there was a wonderful smell of food. It was strange to be standing so late, even if the young woman were to do nothing but paint in the mornings, it was good to enjoy the first few morning hours. Not that the young woman was someone from the mornings, quite the opposite. When she was still living with her mother in the Noctavia's mansion, the girl made a point of getting up as late as she could. Often the mother would take Artemisia's older sisters out to lunch, obviously before the two of them got married. The girl was left in the mansion. She once asked Francesca why they did not take her to lunch too, but her mother kept rambling a
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